Mysterious Crate [7am - Nov 28]

[Thorum trinktbeir]

A large crate with a label on the side reading "Meat - Misc." is dragged into the tavern by crew members of a merchant ship and set outside of the kitchen. After an hour or two a noise can be heard shuffling around the inside.

[Quiet]

*Sven whos walking by the crate when it begins to make odd noises, looks up at the sky and begins to squint*

"boxez da?" *he mumbles to himself before wandering closer to the crate.*

*he presses his ear to the flat top and knocks gently three times, whispering something about how meat is delicious and how it'll be in his stomach soon*

[Samvel Edar]

* Walks by covering his mouth as he yawns*
"Somthing for the wedding Mr Sven?"

[Thorum trinktbeir]

A loud voice shouts back, "Someone open dis darn thing! Rusty if dis was you, you had better have a more than a mug o' ale waiting for me when I get outta here!"
The crate begins bumping around a bit and slurred rantings can be heard inside.

[Quiet]

*when the box begins to shout, Sven backs away from it to stand roughly beside Samvel.*

"package for j'you" *he motions to the crate, grinning at Samvel*

[Thorum trinktbeir]

A small light appears for a brief second and shortly after puffs of smoke begin seeping through the cracks. The rantings and movement stop.

[Quiet]

*Sven cocks his head to the side and begins to wander back towards the crate*

"Now ve have smoked meat..."

*he'll then proceed to pry the top of the crate off unless stopped*

[Gigoliath]

*Gigoliath looks over from a seat at the tavern*

"... Dis be lookin' like'a problem"
*He laughs, getting up from his seat, and walks over beside Sven*
"Let me be helpin' dere, old friend"
*He tries to assist Sven yanking off the lid with his hands* ((+2 Strength))

[Thorum trinktbeir]

As the crate opens, looking inside a dwarf sits cross legged smoking a rugged wooden pipe and a bow and arrow set on his lap. With the pipe still in his mouth and arms crossed;

"About darn time, wheres Rusty and Rhode?"

The dwarf stands up to step out of the crate. Upon standing he looks around with a confused expression on his face.

"Where am I?"

[Gigoliath]

*Gigoliath looks down at the Dwarf, looks to Sven, then looks back down*

"Masta Dwarf, ya be a long way from de' mountains"
*He offers an armored hand to him*

"Don't be knowin' dem names, but ya be on an island. Duvain"